From the recording Splendour + Misery
The skies are red. The foolish said,
The past was buried, soon forgotten.
You are possessed, you know me best,
And every word is common knowledge.
Salutation Missus Thierry, you never lose you always win.
Another kiss another story, and revelation is a sin.
No two was kept, was nothing left,
A dialectic brew for caution.
Your lips are set; one day we met,
The night's a trick, the mystery's dawning.
Affirmation Missus Thierry, manipulation once again.
No more treacherous conversation,
The future's here, the present's when?